Cuntspiracy Man
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youre kidding yourself if you think a doctor will never say something stupid or encourage unhealthy behavior
Off-Topic Deathfat Encounters IRL - This thread is not your personal army.
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Her teeth are fine, believe it or not.
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My friend's neighbor has 2 kids about 7 years old, both are like 100kg/lil' more than 200lb
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Sorry this is so long:
There was an enormous deathfat working in our all female office, probably 500 lbs, in a part of the country where that was vanishingly rare. She shared a tiny back office with a 2nd woman tag-team working on a time-critical mini-department that had small tasks flowing through it all day. There was no getting around her, physically or metaphorically.
Fatty had been there forever, but the 2nd woman's position constantly needed to be filled because the 2nd woman kept quitting. That job was an entry level and paid decently. Why wouldn't young women stay in that job for a while to gain experience in our industry?
Well, as I said, the 2nd woman was literally trapped in this tiny office with a 500 lb deathfat blocking the door. Fatty had one of the bitchiest personalities I've ever known, and NEVER stopped complaining. This cunt ran her mouth so much, I'm surprised she didn't lose weight from it. She also ate "snacks" all day, so she was farting up this tiny office.
The company had a lull in applications for entry level positions due to a hot job market. What to do? Transfer someone into that office "temporarily"....me. They promised its "just a brief transfer" until they found a new employee for the 2nd chair.
Two executives pulled me and my boss into a conference room and told me I must accept the "temporary transfer". They told me I'd keep my pay even though the 2nd woman's job usually paid a lot less. They told me it would be a simple job, no problem.
I flat out refused. They said I had no choice. I said no, I hope you don't fire me but you can. I’m not going suffer in claustrophobic misery behind a woman literally blocking the door. You know very well that I’ll never get transferred back to my job because Fatty’s personality is so miserable no one will work with her.
My boss didn’t say anything, but the executives were shocked and offended. Tough shit, I didn’t budge.They transferred some doomed junior accountant into the role.
Luckily, Fatty went out on FMLA leave for this new surgery I'd never heard of, "gastric bypass", shortly after.
When Fatty came back to the office (twelve weeks later), she was smaller but visibly sick and gray-faced. I didn’t know about “dumping syndrome” at the time, but she kept emergency waddling to the bathroom. She called out sick more than half the time for weeks. Management was afraid to fire her because she had ADA protections.
Finally, she called an ambulance to the office, thinking she was having a heart attack (dumping syndrome again). A curse EMS crew loaded her onto a stretcher, rolled her fat ass out the door, and we never saw her again!
There was an enormous deathfat working in our all female office, probably 500 lbs, in a part of the country where that was vanishingly rare. She shared a tiny back office with a 2nd woman tag-team working on a time-critical mini-department that had small tasks flowing through it all day. There was no getting around her, physically or metaphorically.
Fatty had been there forever, but the 2nd woman's position constantly needed to be filled because the 2nd woman kept quitting. That job was an entry level and paid decently. Why wouldn't young women stay in that job for a while to gain experience in our industry?
Well, as I said, the 2nd woman was literally trapped in this tiny office with a 500 lb deathfat blocking the door. Fatty had one of the bitchiest personalities I've ever known, and NEVER stopped complaining. This cunt ran her mouth so much, I'm surprised she didn't lose weight from it. She also ate "snacks" all day, so she was farting up this tiny office.
The company had a lull in applications for entry level positions due to a hot job market. What to do? Transfer someone into that office "temporarily"....me. They promised its "just a brief transfer" until they found a new employee for the 2nd chair.
Two executives pulled me and my boss into a conference room and told me I must accept the "temporary transfer". They told me I'd keep my pay even though the 2nd woman's job usually paid a lot less. They told me it would be a simple job, no problem.
I flat out refused. They said I had no choice. I said no, I hope you don't fire me but you can. I’m not going suffer in claustrophobic misery behind a woman literally blocking the door. You know very well that I’ll never get transferred back to my job because Fatty’s personality is so miserable no one will work with her.
My boss didn’t say anything, but the executives were shocked and offended. Tough shit, I didn’t budge.They transferred some doomed junior accountant into the role.
Luckily, Fatty went out on FMLA leave for this new surgery I'd never heard of, "gastric bypass", shortly after.
When Fatty came back to the office (twelve weeks later), she was smaller but visibly sick and gray-faced. I didn’t know about “dumping syndrome” at the time, but she kept emergency waddling to the bathroom. She called out sick more than half the time for weeks. Management was afraid to fire her because she had ADA protections.
Finally, she called an ambulance to the office, thinking she was having a heart attack (dumping syndrome again). A curse EMS crew loaded her onto a stretcher, rolled her fat ass out the door, and we never saw her again!
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On a flight and the fat fuck next to me has literally been grazing the entire first hour on snacks she brought. She’s made her way through her cheese and is now onto that most healthy of fruits — Concorde grapes.
This is why ur fat.
This is why ur fat.
Cuntspiracy Man
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i have to hand it to her, those are some damn good snacks
i genuinely have never seen a fat fuck who's not a chef, who's favorite foods are so elegant, and i'd argue still healthier than what i usually see obesos munch on, oreos and chips and the likes
color me impressed
still 0/10 would not sit next to
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Cheese and grapes are pretty low down on the alarm scale for unhealthy snacking, you see skinny as fuck people eating those. If they were pounding Mallomars, Twix and Fritos you could reasonably shake your head and tsk since those things have zero nutritional value. Of course overeating anything is bad for you, but this was a poor example of deathfat behavior.
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Grapes are pretty much pure fructose and water, nothing else so for a fruit it's a pretty bad example of a 'healthy' snack, but you are correct: for a deathfat it's downright puffed rice-cake level healthy compared to what they usually eat.
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Plus (from memory) the recommended serving size for grapes is 15. Not many fatties are going to stop eating at 15.
Cuntspiracy Man
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recommended serving sizes are fucking retarded though
in mass manufactured products, they are often either inflated to also inflate the perceived amount of beneficial nutrients, or made unreasonably small to hide the amount of undesirable things like sugar
in the case of a natural thing like grapes, how the hell do you put a serving size on a grape? which kinda grapes? centennials which are typically round and small? huge sugary muscats?
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That makes sense, but when you figure you can have two or three servings of fruit a day, nothing wrong with sucking down 30 grapes, and that is a lot of grapes.
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Sorry for the double post. I hadn't thought about this lady in years. When I was a teenager, I knew and was pretty close to a deathfat. She was probably a lesbian, although she never said it and I never saw her associating with other women like that, but she was super short, fat, and butch. She couldn't have been taller than 5' 3", over 300 lbs, and always wore a baseball cap, jeans or overalls, and some kind of man's shirt. She lived her whole life with her equally fat mama and sister who were big, fat, nice lunch ladies of the same size, but they were regular women who sometimes wore dresses and always went to church. Big Fat Lesbian was kind of the man of the household, and she did all the maintenance on their little three bedroom house she bought for them.
BFL was a janitor at a school and she always raised pigs and had cattle for extra money. She used to pay me money to do stuff she couldn't because of her size, but she was pretty cool and she taught me to do a lot of stuff like change oil on a car and fix a furnace and use a lawnmower/weed eater, and she was always good about paying me.
I used to eat with them and they always ate a lot of fried chicken with cream gravy, potato salad, chicken fried steak, strawberry shortcake, chocolate cake with cooked frosting, and I remember thinking no wonder they were so big. They'd make sausage and gravy and all this great stuff, but it really did a number on my stomach and skin as a kid. I remember her getting weirdly teary eyed when I turned down food and not understanding as a kid, but she was always really kind to me. I had a lot of good times eating over there and hanging out and learning from her. I'm sure she's either dead or very disabled now; I remember BFL really struggled with lacing up her shoes and she used to just let the laces out so she could squash her foot in. I remember someone telling me she was huge and dressed like that because she's been assaulted as a young woman, but both her mom and sister were pretty massive and at least 250 lbs. I liked her because she didn't talk much and was a pretty nice person.
Never saw laygs, and I'm sure she had some vile cellulitis and beetus sores. I'm sure she's long dead from some fat related illness. I remember back when the massively fat were ashamed enough to cover up. It was a better time. Truly, BFL was a better Midwestern version of J Aprileo.
BFL was a janitor at a school and she always raised pigs and had cattle for extra money. She used to pay me money to do stuff she couldn't because of her size, but she was pretty cool and she taught me to do a lot of stuff like change oil on a car and fix a furnace and use a lawnmower/weed eater, and she was always good about paying me.
I used to eat with them and they always ate a lot of fried chicken with cream gravy, potato salad, chicken fried steak, strawberry shortcake, chocolate cake with cooked frosting, and I remember thinking no wonder they were so big. They'd make sausage and gravy and all this great stuff, but it really did a number on my stomach and skin as a kid. I remember her getting weirdly teary eyed when I turned down food and not understanding as a kid, but she was always really kind to me. I had a lot of good times eating over there and hanging out and learning from her. I'm sure she's either dead or very disabled now; I remember BFL really struggled with lacing up her shoes and she used to just let the laces out so she could squash her foot in. I remember someone telling me she was huge and dressed like that because she's been assaulted as a young woman, but both her mom and sister were pretty massive and at least 250 lbs. I liked her because she didn't talk much and was a pretty nice person.
Never saw laygs, and I'm sure she had some vile cellulitis and beetus sores. I'm sure she's long dead from some fat related illness. I remember back when the massively fat were ashamed enough to cover up. It was a better time. Truly, BFL was a better Midwestern version of J Aprileo.
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You guys know Gorlock the Destroyer?
Well, a true and honest female version of this thing has started as a seasonal employee at work. Really, that's all. I had to share.
She is faaaat. Very big and long gut like Gorlock. It swings when she walks.
She is faaaat. Very big and long gut like Gorlock. It swings when she walks.
Cuntspiracy Man
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regarding the original post you linked: the way she turns her head and her face doesn't change an inch makes it look like it's just a fucking video game model with a texture stretched on top
i've seen some fat people out there but there are fatties that really slot in elegantly into their weight
this is the opposite, every pic i see of her looks comedic
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I was grocery shopping with my husband recently, we were picking out some frozens when we were hit with
the smell
We looked around and we couldn't figure out where the smell was coming from.
It smelled like a combination of rotting flesh and pungent BO.
It was getting worse and coming closer, so we started moving out of the aisle when we came face to face with the source.
*Maybe* standing at 5'5, was a man at least 450 pounds. All the weight was concentrated in his abdomen, so he had to lean into the cart he was pushing like a walker.
His belly was hanging fully out of his shirt, and slapping not only his legs but also into the cart.
He was also filthy, I could see dead skin (and dirt?) caked all over his face, neck and clothes.
It was awful, even if the passing only lasted maybe 2 minutes, the encounter still haunts me.
the smell
We looked around and we couldn't figure out where the smell was coming from.
It smelled like a combination of rotting flesh and pungent BO.
It was getting worse and coming closer, so we started moving out of the aisle when we came face to face with the source.
*Maybe* standing at 5'5, was a man at least 450 pounds. All the weight was concentrated in his abdomen, so he had to lean into the cart he was pushing like a walker.
His belly was hanging fully out of his shirt, and slapping not only his legs but also into the cart.
He was also filthy, I could see dead skin (and dirt?) caked all over his face, neck and clothes.
It was awful, even if the passing only lasted maybe 2 minutes, the encounter still haunts me.
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It has been a turrible week in my city of thins. I have had two, separate IRL fat encounters in a single week. Please send semiglutide rations in blow darts?
The Kichen Fat:
The first took place over the weekend. While dining at a neighborhood fine dining establishment, I spied with my little eye a gigantic eat beast lumbering around the open kitchen. Now, space is at a premium in most restaurant kitchens, and the entire setup is designed for gangly, sleep deprived, drug addled chefs and their Mexican compadres to save a step at every point. This one is out in the open so that diners in general and especially at the chef's tasting "table" (a counter of six seats for super richies where they present you with a special tasting menu decided by the head chef, located right in front of the open kitchen setup) may view the magic happening to their food.
This one was female, and definitely over five hundred el bees. Like most mobile fatties, she was quite tall which allows the fat to continue to gain without losing mobility for some time. I saw her staggering across her station, leaning up against it while she gathered strength to make another step, swaying back and forth as she threw her legs around her bulk to create forward motion. It appeared that her job was to plate the dishes before they were sent out, and to assemble desserts. I was wondering how she was going to keep this up until close (the restaurant had only been open for an hour at that point) as she'd be plating, then station cleaning for at least another seven hours. Also, the evening rush hadn't even started but she was needing to rest up on the table every few minutes as she worked.
Then lo and behold: a tiny gay was flitting around her, clearly her station "assistant". He was hustling at top speed, deftly maneuvering around her, boxing / saucing / plating like the wind. He needed to wait for her to plate each dish, but he was the one hustling to get the saucier's goods onto each dish and sending plates out ASAP. Obviously, he was the secret to her ability to remain in her position. I was too far away to experience her stench, but that poor bastard was in Ground Zero. He's also set to be the one crushed if and when she collapses.
Nothing too scandalous to report other than a lumbering eat beast was out panting on her stainless steel table in plain view in a schmauncy restaurant due to being unable to plate food without redlining, but I'll keep an eye on the situation. A kitchen fat who qualifies for MSPL is a rarity and ripe for stories.
The Subway Fats:
While heading home today, three scantily clad upright manatees entered my subway car in a herd. I wondered if there was some sort of s&m themed BBW event in the city, because they were arranged in their finest black Torrid Christmas tarps. Each was at least three bills or more in weight.
One wore a sparkling black bodysuit made of the finest lycra and spangled overcloth science could devise, clinging to her shelf ass and fupas. Another wore a high waisted pleather ankle length skirt, the better to cause cascades of sweat within minutes. The third wore some sort of tight fitted black frock with her fatbags on display, as if to defy anyone from recognizing that her other bags of fat were bulging in all directions. All three were teetering on strong block heels, and not one required a coat (which would refuse to close anyway) due to the strenuous exercise of standing.
Beware, gentleman, for they are on the drunken prowl, with curves overflowing their spandex, about to drink their weight in alcohol and "TEE HEE" their way over to your table. Godspeed, whatever Uber driver is cursed with their return trip. Godspeed.
The Kichen Fat:
The first took place over the weekend. While dining at a neighborhood fine dining establishment, I spied with my little eye a gigantic eat beast lumbering around the open kitchen. Now, space is at a premium in most restaurant kitchens, and the entire setup is designed for gangly, sleep deprived, drug addled chefs and their Mexican compadres to save a step at every point. This one is out in the open so that diners in general and especially at the chef's tasting "table" (a counter of six seats for super richies where they present you with a special tasting menu decided by the head chef, located right in front of the open kitchen setup) may view the magic happening to their food.
This one was female, and definitely over five hundred el bees. Like most mobile fatties, she was quite tall which allows the fat to continue to gain without losing mobility for some time. I saw her staggering across her station, leaning up against it while she gathered strength to make another step, swaying back and forth as she threw her legs around her bulk to create forward motion. It appeared that her job was to plate the dishes before they were sent out, and to assemble desserts. I was wondering how she was going to keep this up until close (the restaurant had only been open for an hour at that point) as she'd be plating, then station cleaning for at least another seven hours. Also, the evening rush hadn't even started but she was needing to rest up on the table every few minutes as she worked.
Then lo and behold: a tiny gay was flitting around her, clearly her station "assistant". He was hustling at top speed, deftly maneuvering around her, boxing / saucing / plating like the wind. He needed to wait for her to plate each dish, but he was the one hustling to get the saucier's goods onto each dish and sending plates out ASAP. Obviously, he was the secret to her ability to remain in her position. I was too far away to experience her stench, but that poor bastard was in Ground Zero. He's also set to be the one crushed if and when she collapses.
Nothing too scandalous to report other than a lumbering eat beast was out panting on her stainless steel table in plain view in a schmauncy restaurant due to being unable to plate food without redlining, but I'll keep an eye on the situation. A kitchen fat who qualifies for MSPL is a rarity and ripe for stories.
The Subway Fats:
While heading home today, three scantily clad upright manatees entered my subway car in a herd. I wondered if there was some sort of s&m themed BBW event in the city, because they were arranged in their finest black Torrid Christmas tarps. Each was at least three bills or more in weight.
One wore a sparkling black bodysuit made of the finest lycra and spangled overcloth science could devise, clinging to her shelf ass and fupas. Another wore a high waisted pleather ankle length skirt, the better to cause cascades of sweat within minutes. The third wore some sort of tight fitted black frock with her fatbags on display, as if to defy anyone from recognizing that her other bags of fat were bulging in all directions. All three were teetering on strong block heels, and not one required a coat (which would refuse to close anyway) due to the strenuous exercise of standing.
Beware, gentleman, for they are on the drunken prowl, with curves overflowing their spandex, about to drink their weight in alcohol and "TEE HEE" their way over to your table. Godspeed, whatever Uber driver is cursed with their return trip. Godspeed.
pippy
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At a store I worked in when I was 18 a deathfat shit while walking through an aisle. Didn't stop or anything, just fell out of their shorts, and they kept waddling with their cane.
There was this real beat-up-looking fat guy who had been working there since 17, and he was only in his mid-30s but, honest to God, looked in his 60s, gray hair and well over 350 lbs., and one day he just fell over and died. The company never mentioned him again outside of a get-together posted in the break room at a local pizza place where you had to buy the pizza yourself, so nobody went. I got his job.
There was this real beat-up-looking fat guy who had been working there since 17, and he was only in his mid-30s but, honest to God, looked in his 60s, gray hair and well over 350 lbs., and one day he just fell over and died. The company never mentioned him again outside of a get-together posted in the break room at a local pizza place where you had to buy the pizza yourself, so nobody went. I got his job.
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Another post about deathfats at my job. This lesbian couple that closely resembles the Slaton sisters (all the way down to the double forehead) orders $60 worth of food (2 subs, pizzas, 2 apps, and pop). They make a mess out of everything, leaving slices of pizza and little bits of everything on the floor. This was a Friday night so I'm busy as shit and I give them boxes. One of them waddles over to the server station to pay. She was covered in pizza sauce and grease.
They also left no tip. They are the first customers I will refuse sevrice to if I ever visit again.
They also left no tip. They are the first customers I will refuse sevrice to if I ever visit again.
Damn, you Yanks have it tough out there, generally, the death fats (at least in London) in the UK are very insecure, very apologetic, and try not to get into anyone's way, so you rather feel sorry for them and have more patience, but the ones in America sound like absolute beasts with zero shame and have the most confidence.
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I think you hit a general difference in culture between the US and the UK though. Most everyone loathsome in America is bold as brass about it.